Fanning The Flames

it was a cold night
you and me by the fire
watching the flames dance
innocent at first
then the heat began to rise
your lips on mine
our hands exploring
our hearts beating faster
our eyes devouring every inch
and when at last
the moment of discovery came
we called each others names
and collapsed in passion’s bliss
watching the embers die out


Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) –Β discovery

7 thoughts on “Fanning The Flames”

  1. I love short poems that are easy to read and understand! I don’t read poems that go on and on without a break! The more they write the less they seem to have to say!

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